Chapter 4

"He likes someone else now," I whispered.

Marcus was quiet for a moment, then suddenly cupped my face in his hands, making me look up at him.

"So what?" Marcus said, his tone calm and unwavering.

He looked straight into my eyes, saying each word like he meant it. "He doesn't want you, but I do."

I was caught off guard.

His palm was warm, but his fingertips felt cool, like dew in the early morning.

I looked at his face, so close to mine, and suddenly blurted out, "What is autism? Why do I have it?"

Marcus paused for…